I bend
I surrender
There is nothing more of me to give
There is nothing more that you can take
I yield
My defeat
I have given all I can
You have taken all you want
Just know,
bamboo folds and yields and molds
then whips right back
with brutal force
for
I regret nothing at all
and all you have taken
will come back to me
just like the fallen leaves
of autumn
gives a new aspiring spring
